MOON || JIKOOK ✅

2.

JUNGKOOK POV

The spring sun was warm on
Jungkook's back as he led
the patrol back to the castle.

Kai walked by his side, the
two sharing a companionable silence.

As they reached the western gate, Kai remarked.

"I guess we won't be seeing much of you for the next
while, Think about us slogging through the sand while you're living a life of idleness."

Jungkook laughed.

"It's a week, One week."

"A lot of boring nonsense and eyes everywhere, watching
your every move."

"I'm sure the pretty omegas vying for your attention will
be some consolation."

"It's the marriage circuit,
not some spring festival."

"But you're looking forward to it?" The other man pressed.

Jungkook considered his
answer before he spoke.

He was the only alpha in the family taking part this year
and they were hosting a
week-long festival right in
the middle of the circuit.

The overeager would have
paired off already and a sense
of desperation wouldn't have
yet set in among those who remained unattached.

The perfect time to find what
Jungkook was seeking.

A real connection.

A chance for true love.

"This will be my year."

"I feel it in my bones." Kai clapped him on the shoulder.

"That's the spirit."

They said their goodbyes inside the palace and Kai moved off with the rest of the guard to
their quarters while Jungkook headed toward the inner
palace and the wing he shared with his unmarried cousins.

"Prince Jungkook?"

He'd barely set foot inside
the palace when an attendant stopped him.

"Yes?"

"The king has requested
your presence in his study."

Jungkook glanced down at himself, his body sweat-
strewn, his uniform dusty
from the sand.

"Is it urgent?"

"He asked for you some time ago, I've been waiting for
you to return."

Jungkook's father couldn't be expected to keep track of his routines, of course.

And he was used to people
being at his beck and call.

The attendant wasn't familiar either.

Probably new to the palace
and anxious to make a good impression.

"I'll head straight there." he decided.

"Yes, my Prince."

He traversed the corridors
with quick strides, wondering why his father had summoned him.

As far as he was aware, the
king and his advisers were
hard at work on the trade agreement they were trying
to broker with Syria.

Some problem must have
arisen regarding the marriage circuit.

Likely nothing of importance
but Lord yvern, who was in charge of such festivals, was easily excitable over the
smallest of issues.

He knocked on the heavy oak door of the study and waited until he heard his father's
voice calling him in.